Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.